The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1887-01-15

scorn. II was thinking good while
in the woods to-day, coming from the
post-office, and I've made up my mind
never to get married"
you'll turn around often enough
before the time comes"
81 never will" emphasized Beetrus,
Gwen be two nice old ladies together,
ma, and neither of us will get married"
81 won't, for a sure thing" laughed
her mother. "But you'll only be mid
dle-aged when I'm ready to totter."
eyes, that's So" said Beetrus, sadly,
"And then if one would die and leave
the other"
"Now, now, don't you fret, lovey.
I've had considerable trouble and ex-
perience, and if don't sigh round, you
needn't. Who's that nice-looking man
that keeps looking back this wayP"
Beetrus had been facing down river,
with her mind completely closed to any
moving figures on deck. She looked
back over her shoulder.
"Why, it's"-she exclaimed, swal.
lowing her breath with a gasp-''it's
Mr.. Poundstone.
THAT correspondent of yoursp" said
Mrs. jenkins, nodding her head, and
inspecting him sincerely with such
thoroughness as intervening barrels
permitted.
Beetrus' ears rang. She had, how
ever, that instructive Western courage
which sometimes takes the place of dis
ciplined self-control; so by no other clew
than the deepening fire of her cheeks
and eyes did she give Mr.. Poundstone
any knowledge of the disturbance he
brought her when he climbed a passage
over impediments and placed himself
in the party, His manner was subdued,
even becomingly humble and concili.
atory.
"Ma, this is Mr.. Poundstone," said
Beetrus, secretly triumphant in being
free from the subservience which yes
terday would have made her say: "Mr
Poundstone, this is my mother"
She did not add to her unconsidered
formula now, but allowed him to lift
his hat and bow over her mothers
hand.
I'm glad to meet you, Mrs. Jenk,
ms" said he. 81 want to make friends
with you, and get you to convince your
daughter I'm not such bad fellow as ]
look"
"You don't look like bad fellow
she responded, heartily,
81 didn't know you were going up on
the boat" said Beetrus, regarding with
gentle indifference the brim of his hat
after he replaced it.
"You know | couldn't 90 off on the
train and leave matters in the shape
they are. l never sold bill of good!
7 in New Harmony in my life, but Tn
l going to try to make a satisfactor!
trade for myself now, if the house turn
Inc off for it."
Beetrus parted her lips, smiling, ant
this time met him in the eyes. Withou
l formulating the fact, she knew Their
5 was sterling man under the crust o
= acquired coarseness. The brutal plal
/ he had formed concerning her, ant
( which he was now scarcely willing Il
e acknowledge to himself, began to with
| draw from betwiXt them like the mis-
I which already wavered on the hills.
e 81 believe it will be clear day to
h morrow" said the girl, falling bacl
T. upon good commonplace.
c "Do you believe it will be clear da
!, tomorrow, Mrs. Jenkins?' inquiries
: Poundstone.
+ "Well, it seems like it might b
r pretty" responded the widow, turnin
up her face to see the pinkness rehecte
c from the west
v "Then believe it will, too said tn
+ commercial traveller, with devou
e air, which was unmoved by Beetrus
d laughing out;
o "a great deal prettier and cleare
IS than to-day has been.'-M. Fl. Cathet
lie rood, in Harper'S Bazar.